Phoebe."Can I please have all girls come down to the auditorium, immediately? Thank you."Phoebe.5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The principal's voice rang throughout the empty hallways and into the student-filled classrooms. The teachers stopped to hear the announcement. They were confused, in fact, everyone was. But most curious of all, was fifteen year old Phoebe Nelson. She headed toward the auditorium along with the others. All of the other students were just as confused and curious as the next. One boy had even tried to get by the teacher.
The auditorium was full of girls. That may appeal to most guys, but not me. The girl I'm looking for has to be in here somewhere. I just have to find her.
Everyone was sitting in the auditorium. Most of them, like me, were talking to their friends sitting next to each other. Me and Stella were sitting near the front. The one thing that did catch my attention was the boy standing next to the principal on the stage. The boy was tapping on the microphone, sending a low, but loud, thud
A Little RainI pull my collar up, but it doesn't seem to stop the water trickling down the back of my neck. I've been shouting for Barney for a few minutes now, but there's no sign of a dapple grey pony appearing through the mist. He probably can't hear me; the wind is stealing my voice away.A Little Rain5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
This weather makes me regret having horses. My coat is already soaked through as I start to trudge up through the field, the mud threatening to suck my welly boots off. I can hardly look where I'm going; the rain is trying to poke me in the eye.
There he is, sheltering in behind the trees. Barney, the love of my life, or so I tell myself. He starts wandering towards me sedately, as if we're in the warm sunny fields I saw last summer in Colorado.
I pull the headcollar over Barney's nose as he gets to me, starting to haul him in through the torrent. Another washed out July. I can't help but be jealous of Leigh-Ann, spending her summer riding through the mountainous desert. I remember the su
Last kissIn her eyes I can see she's barely alive.Last kiss5 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
On her lips I taste she's broken in a thousand pieces.
In her touches I can feel she wants me to save her.
I kiss her softly to tell her I'll always be here for her.
I know he can see I'm broken.
He knows I nearly die.
With every time I touch him I want him to save me.
I know he tries.
He kisses me softly and I know he'll never leave me.
It's all right.
I found my savior.
I found my rest.
Under my touch I feel her go.
I can't cry. Because she died with a smile.
Kiss in the BlizzardThe snow is falling heavily now, leaving its stark white footprints scattered all over the place. I vaguely notice my hair beginning to get wet through my woollen hat, my head resting alongside yours on the ground. It's an odd scene, two teenagers lying next to each other in the snow, but for me, it's the perfect one.Kiss in the Blizzard5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The tranquillity of the moment; the silence of watching white flakes tumble mesmerizingly to the ground makes me think. As we lay outside the rickety house on the hill, feeling like the only two people in the world, my thoughts turn to you, and of your silky brown hair (though you died it black a few days ago if you ever read this, I preferred it brown) and your deep, deep brown eyes that seem to know much more than they let onto.
I look over surreptitiously, and see that your skin has gone white in the cold, making your freckles stand out even more on your face. And as the snow falls, it melts on your perfect lips; deep red with a certain thinness that makes you l
ecaping heartbreakwhen she cries her tears are edged with mascara and knowledge.ecaping heartbreak5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
she's hiding under the layers and layers of makeup he slathered onto her. for the sake of making her beautiful. she's so used to the same product, but she knows she needs a new makeup remover. one that will work, wipe and clear her mind. because she doesn't need this -- but she wants it.
she's digging through the chaos of her mind, struggling to find a piece of clarity. but all she can find is despair and nights on the couch with ice cream in her lap and a phone to her ear. i thought he was the one for me, but i was wrong. again. it hurts, and sometimes when the clarity strikes her across the cheeks she realises she can't do it anymore. she can't take this anymore.
she murmurs to herself like she's suffering from a mental illness. 'he was this to me. he was that to me. but she's never asked herself what she really wanted. all she's been taught to do, time after time, was to keep his smiles
The Bombs...President Jonathan Rhymanthium Zeighermac hung himself this morning after having an emergency three a.m. meeting during which he gave the green-light on the subject of dropping an arsenal of nuclear bombs on China, North Korea, and Iran. He is one of the first, and the few, to die before the end. There was no remorse.The Bombs...4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
At 0315 hours, President Zeighermac hung himself inside his office. Forty-five minutes later, a couple of his aids found him swinging just above his solid oak desk. This prompts the immediate swearing-in of Vice-President Joesph Jeremy Johnson, a direct descendent from former President Lyndon B. Johnson. A small blip in the radar gets registered off the East Coast at 0445 hours Eastern Time and goes unnoticed by the sleeping soldier manning his post. Vice-President Johnson is officially President at 0512 hours. After a couple of hours of meetings with President Zeighermac's Cabinet and the Joint Chie
NothingYou stretched, half clad in the sheets of our bed, and an involuntary gasp left your lips in a soft, gentle breath.Nothing5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I watched in silent torment as I fought to tear my gaze away from the tantalizing shape of your body, pulling me in, lulling me to come closer. And as you opened sleepy eyes, staring into the eighth hour of my thoughtful company, your lips tugged into a drowsy smile.
"I'm tired." you said. Lazy words went with lazy fingers, fluttering over the bedspread in search for mine.
A smirk appeared on my face when I felt the soft collision of your fingers into my palm. "I can tell." I said.
We were whispering because everyone else was asleep - it seemed only us two had a reason to be awake. You spent the bulk of this time with your eyes closed, and all the while I traced the lines of your face with the invisible apparatus of my eyesight. I took the fall from your nose to your brow, and counted the eyelashes that rimmed closed lids.
It was then that your eyes opened, emergin
So in love with youI don't know what to think about you. For years and years I was pretending I was someone else someone cool, someone who always knows what to do. But now just since you came out of nowhere, since I know you it's So different. I don't even know you that long, but you seem to look trough the façade, you seem to see the girl I really am. And you seem to like her.So in love with you5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I don't know what I feel when I'm with you. I get nervous when I talk to you. And I think of you a way too much when you're not with me. What's going on?
I've never been in love before. Never, not even with the boyfriends I had. They just were here because it fitted with my looks, with how I acted, with who I pretended to be. But with you, it's different. You. I never want to lose you. And I'm sure I'll love you forever, even if you let me down. And different than with other boys, I can't look you in the eyes for a long time. I don't dare saying all the things I usually say and I don't know how to a
First KissThe dance floor is empty, but the music beats persistently as it waits for the brave souls who enter the floor first. The beat is rhythmic, noxiously beating in time with my heart. He pulls my hand and my heartbeat speeds up. My palms are sweaty, but he doesn't notice. He drags me to the center of the floor because my feet won't move by themselves. My eyes are locked into his, and we start to move. He starts out slowly, but I move to the beat of my heart and completely ignore the music as it swirls around me.First Kiss5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Just as we get used to being alone, the crowd joins in. We become part of a group again, no longer alone on the floor. Yet nothing changes in the rhythm of our dance. I become accustomed to the excitement and my heartbeat slows. The music slows simultaneously, and the couples around us move in closer.
At first we don't know what to do. His hands on my shoulders,
Forbidden LoveDo you believe in love at first sight? Those Romeo and Juliet moments, when you see someone for the first time and know that you're meant to be together?Forbidden Love5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I never used to believe in that stuff. Like so many other things, I thought it was silly; a nice thought, but never going to happen. I was happy, but realistic, at the same time.
My life's different now.
It started when he transferred to my school. As the new "bad boy" in our class, my friends fell for him instantly, tripping over each other to get a date with him. He said no, of course. He said no to a lot of things.
Me, I didn't even meet him until the end of his first week here. We were in different classes, came from different social groups, so there had been no reason for us to meet.
But you can only go so long before you meet someone who will change your life forever.
I had a spare class during last period that day. With everyone else in class, the hallways were deserted, and the sound of my flip flops smacking on the floor echo
I am the heartacheI am the heartache4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Are you nearly ready" Andy Called upstairs to his girlfriend Scout, who was still hadn't left the bathroom.
"Andy do I have to wear this, couldn't we go as Dracula and his Vampress or something, not Batman and friginn Robin" Scout moaned finally leaving the bathroom and trudging to the top of the stairs.
"Pose so I can take a twitpic" Andy grinned whipping out his Iphone
Scout let a fake smile form on her face.
"And yes we do, I wanted and excuse to dress as batman" Andy smiled answering Scout's earlier question.
Scout sighed grabbing her jacket and bag from the hook by the door.
"Are we going then Andrew" Scout giggled standing on her tip toes pecking her beautiful boyfriend on the cheek.
"Yeah sorry" Andy said grabbing his car keys.
Andy pulled up in front of Chris's house he could already hear bad music playing, and most probably could hear it from miles away.
Banner's saying HAPPY HALLOWEEN were hung everywhere. Andy saw people he knew and people he didn't and people he didn't kno
In her headI'm missing you so badly it hurtsIn her head5 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
And yet I refuse to admit it.
I'm too much of a coward
To let my feelings free
From it's enclosure.
I can't tell you straight out
How much I long for your love,
How much I wanted to be hug by you.
And yet at that one time
You tried, I pushed you away.
Afraid to get attached to you,
to be hurt in the end,
but prevention was of no use
I still ended up crying.
Without you no longer by my side
I wish that I just stopped from running away
And just accepted your feelings.
But I guess it's too late
You're already long gone.
Now I wonder where you are.
How are you doing?
Could there ever be
a second chance for us?
This time I won't run away anymore.
I never knew before
How my thoughts of you
Could slowly kill me.
A slow and painful death indeed
And now I greatly regret
That I never told you
How much I love you
And how much I wanted to be held by you
First Love..The mere sight of him lounging in the doorway of the cafe had me holding my breath.First Love..5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Yet there he was, oblivious to my infatuation and wearing a smile of the most decadent kind on his lips.
I stood motionless, just feet away from him.
On the breeze, came his subtle scent.
Crisp, young and carefree.
How I loved the way his hair fell and shadowed the bluest eyes I had ever seen.
I sighed softly and turned to walk away.
My shoulders slumped and the tears moistened my eyes but I held them back.
Unrequieted love of the stalker kind were the words that ran through my mind.
I laughed quietly so no-one could hear and think me insane as well.
I fell in love with him in the first grade and have followed his every step since.
Living just doors away, yet it seemed like miles.
Not once had he looked in my direction, not even a glance.
I felt my feet move, one step in front of the other.
Taking me home.
I could still smell his cologne.
Funny that it still lingered.
I drew in my breath and
kidnapped.It all started in a simple chat room..kidnapped.4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
not much, hbu?
About two minutes later.
im from florida
thats far away, haha
say, um, how old are you?
im 14, hbu?
im 15, lol
A few weeks later and more conversations, they were like good friends.
whats so funny?
i, um.. kinda like you
i kinda like you too?
yea, i guess
pouring rain.they were the best of friends. just him and her.pouring rain.5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"catch me if you can!" she yelled, as she ran towards the field.
she turned around, just enough to see him catching up to her.
next thing she knew, she was on the ground laughing,
with him at her side.
she suddenly felt the pressure of his lips against hers.
she was surprised.
after realizing what he was doing, he jolted back.
she looked up at him.
his eyes were full of saddness.
"i'm sorry, i know you don't feel the same way," he said, his voice gruff.
he got up and started to walk away.
it began to rain.
she chased after him, took his hands in hers, looked into his eyes and said,
"i do feel the same way."
and there they stood, kissing in the pouring rain.
Heartache With a Side of BaconDamn her.Heartache With a Side of Bacon9 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
He wanted to saw his head open, rip his brain out, and use it as a quaffle. It would have honestly been less painful, less frustrating. Perhaps he would have gotten a bit of real sleep, regardless of whether or not he would wake up again. But that wasn't even feasible at this point. He doubted he even had the energy to walk, much less nearly disembowel himself. A later phase of exhaustion was setting in, an eternal lethargy that he had been fighting for nearly three weeks only to fail miserably upon crawling from bed each morning. His limbs were heavy, laden with invisible weight, the result of that pent up emotional brow-beating he seemed to bestow upon himself a bit too often as of late. James Potter didn't fail at anything, and he couldn't get one abysmal, minor detail out of his own mind?
"James, you aren't eating anything."
The quiet, constantly content voice of Remus was magnified in his current state. His fingers tightened in his mess of black strands befo